This is America
and the second half of the twentieth Jeannette is a slave not a slave by circum ago
a choice
that at the time the face of modern teenage society is often fast the beat is
sometimes frantic coax a need to belong is ever present associations are quickly
and easily maimed boy meets girl see it often takes experience
and maturity to arrive at wise decisions a friendly Obs stretched hand
and engaging smile
and offer it is Second of all more commonly referred to as a read but to the group.
It's a means to an end but it can be the harm.
After all the twentieth century has run on sales a bill for extra vitamins a bill
to go to sleep but build a wake up play not a pill to make you feel good but
that small red capsule is a dangerous drug to be administered by a competent
physician not by a newly found boyfriend
but the pressure of the group the need to belong.
The desire to try something new is too great a temptation
but the effect isn't long lasting and when the drug wears off
and the coming down as it's called takes place you feel let down
and tired but first wage and the greater need to belong
and it isn't long until you try again
and again you try new things they have not excess they're called Second all reds
nembutal or yellows to an all in female Bob A tall and
that stimulates the Fed a main dexidrine
and Benzedrine bennies you begin to lose track of your friends because now you
belong to a group group that must move
and of alle the world of secrecy because what you are doing is against the law
but constant fear of apprehension.
Now you meet like conspirators because the passing of bills is dangerous
and must of necessity be secretive nerves begin to wear thin
and the fun of everyday living goes and you begin to wonder what your friends
and parents think that guilt grows and as it does the need for something
that will bring more relief this spell of fears
that you yourself have created you become more dependent on one another
but your place your own each other's company becomes less satisfying
and you depend more and more on the pills to help.
Finally the pills are not enough
and you are ready for the second act of your three act tragedy.
You've heard Mike
and the group talk of talking up a joint you know it means smoking marijuana.
Mike is more experienced than you in the ways of narcotics.
But until now he has never suggested that you talk up together.
But the pills don't give either of you.
The desired effect any longer
and any insecurity of your relationship you feel a need to find some new experience
to mind using together.
So a suggestion
that only a short month ago would have been repulsive was considered the
smell and taste are anything but pleasing it makes you cough
and your throat becomes dry and hot.
You feel like you're floating you concentrate on one object a tree in the distance.
It's called Fixing as you concentrate time slows down your poll loose and eight
that if you dream.
This is called Tripping your depth perception is affected if you had to step off a
curb
or get out of a car you would probably need help because the distance might be exaggerated
on the other hand distance might seem to the.
As without all the problems don't disappear they only temporarily seemed vanish
and return with jarring force when the affects of the drugs wear off.
But
when you get a knock out excess like starting a never ending downward tales been from
thirty thousand feet.
You become less sure of yourself your surroundings your friends worlds are more
frequent with your parents
and loved ones you try to convince yourself you're right
but deep inside you know you're not you lose your sense of values you think of
little else but another blow up your newfound language for smoking marijuana.
You've completed the second act and the third act just about to go up.
You don't know it now but
when it does it's the beginning of the end the point of no return.
It can start in many ways that a party in the secrecy of a dirty room.
That's how your third act began at the top of a crummy staircase on the second
floor of a sleazy apartment building now a new character enters your tragedy is
name is Eric you were Mike
and going to his place to pick up your week supply of you didn't like Eric
but Mike had insisted.
He'd welded you to his code of secrecy and forced you to help push the pills.
So you wouldn't cop out on a user learns to trust no one not even his best girl you
sat talking up.
It didn't give you the kick it used to Eric like all addicts knew this
or yes he smoked with you but only to be sociable until the time came
when he'd get introduce you and Mike to heroin.
I year ago you would have been revolts to thought of heroin
but now it's an easy step from marijuana to heroin up cigarette
hypodermic needles.
Even now you're afraid. What will it be like first you'll get a burn.
It is a feeling of warmth was flipped over you
and then you'll become nauseated then get desperately sick.
Finally the retching will subside
and you will have a sustained feeling of sensual excitement which will lapse into a
state of euphoria or wellbeing.
But it won't last and
when you come down you will be in the depths of depression consumed by ACT cancer
of guilt
for just one second your conscience pricks if you see the needle inserted in the
debt ceiling like wood slipping in
and mixing with Michael's blood for a moment you want to say no
but the will to resist is gone.
Temptation is ever present the desire to try something new something more powerful
is too great heroin being one of the most insidious drugs known to man.
It only seems like days until you're hooked. You're not turned on any longer.
The free ride is over required to pay for your fix your tolerance increases the
need for more drugs increases and this requires more and more cash.
Now you're driven to things you would never have considered here to for.
By your insatiable need for the drug your moral fiber has collapsed
and no crime is beyond your imagination.
You are an addict
and your total effort in life is to obtain money to feed your happened.
Now you are launched on a full scale teenage crime wave of your very own
but with each passing day your tolerance increases
and now a fix only helps to make you appear normal
and dispel the symptoms of withdrawal withdrawal one nightmare of the attic.
You live in constant fear of not having enough heroin to keep your habits supplied
when that supply runs low in the first symptoms begin your sneeze a runny nose
and you can't get another fix you know you're about to begin. Living hell.
First you're burning up then you're freezing then the cramps
and pains begin each nerve is laid bare
and all your senses are magnified your whole being is like one giant
and exposed to every outside stimulus this period of withdraw all can go on for a
week before the pain subsides
and your senses come back to something approaching normal and for this you steal
and live a life of degradation and crime but in your thirst for money.
You become careless and Mike is caught.
Now you are on your own
and you must support your habit in the best way you can you live in a jungle of
fear you are forced to deal with Eric alone Mike is no longer there to help.
Eric only last night uni and tell you to get money money money
and more money you are not prepared to take a job besides no job would pay the kind
of money you now need. You've got yourself a fifty dollar a day habit.
You can't support that slinging.
So you turn to the only thing you can
that will bring your kind of money if you become a call girl you support
that fifty dollar a day habit
but not for long because your looks begin to disintegrate your clients will no
longer pay your price you go from call girl to street
then on your twentieth birthday you picked up for soliciting Michael's age twenty
white Caucasian drug addict twenty a century slave self-styled she will suffer
through withdrawal be sentenced for prostitution released
and returned to the habit again lost to society.
She will continue her hopeless degrading existence until she escapes and
that today tomorrow maybe not for years.